The last thing she remembered was that the new intern in the laboratory poured nitric acid into the wrong measuring cup, and then there was a loud bang and the firelight broke through the glass of the fume hood.
No, did that guy pour nitric acid or sulfuric acid?
Forget it, I can't remember clearly. Anyway, it was a death.
It would be nice to die, as it would save her unreliable doctoral supervisor from urging her to get her thesis every day. She had been working on her project on neurotoxin antagonists for three years, but she was just about to reach the end of the road, and this was the result.
Damn, that's a big loss.
